PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

After all, the world is not asleep!

It is I who am dreaming,

Of an impossible reality,

That only exists within me, floating.

While the world spins, awake,

Wrapped in its cruel truths,

I lose myself in fantasies,

Building castles in the air, without real markers.

I create a universe where everything is possible,

Where love is pure, and pain, forgotten,

But upon awakening, I see that this vision

Is merely a mirage, a retained illusion.

The world goes on, with its firm steps,

And I, with my head in the clouds,

Realise that the reality I so desire,

Is a reflection of the dreams I cultivate, without disdain.

And so, I continue to dream,

Even knowing that the world is harsher,

For within me, there is a place

Where hope still builds the future.

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